It's for a reason fairy tales end when they do.
Because what comes after is just nothingness.
Nothing everlasting, nothing true.
Conversations run dry.
All remnants of love sublime.
What comes after is just Goodbye.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
